Endless geng-white light surged forth, as though to engulf the entire sky. Qingxiao's expression changed, and he hurriedly summoned the Mysterious Yellow Cauldron to shield himself.
Clang~~
A long, resonant chime rang out across the sky.
Qingxiao staggered, unable to withstand the geng-white light. He actually fell from the sky, stumbling as he hit the ground and retreating several steps before steadying himself.
He paid no heed to his disheveled state. More shocking than the loss of face was that the connection between himself and his Grotto-Heaven had been forcibly severed beneath the scouring geng-white light.
"You-" Qingxiao stared fixedly at Daoist Yue. "You did that on purpose."
Jin Yu watched from the side with a brooding gaze, then interjected, "Don't you owe me an explanation, Brother Yue?"
A Seventh Realm cultivator had disguised himself as a Sixth Realm cultivator and even come specially to receive him... It seemed he had been discovered from the very beginning; they simply hadn't exposed him.
The feeling of being played like a performing monkey left him deeply displeased. Besides, he had long disliked that fellow Yue.
If he was displeased, he had to vent it.
A crimson-gold spear abruptly appeared in his hand, its point aimed at Ancestor Yue and Qingxiao. He looked ready to beat them both at the slightest disagreement.
Yet Ancestor Yue merely glanced sideways at him and said coldly, "Does a savage like you deserve to call me Brother Yue?" I was putting on an act earlier, so I let you take a few liberties. You really are a savage who knows nothing of the distinction between high and low. Before Jin Yu could erupt in fury, he continued haughtily:
"When have I ever needed to explain my actions to anyone?"
"Come, let us fight beyond the heavens!"
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